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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.