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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.