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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.