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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.