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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.