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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.