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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.