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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.