Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.