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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.