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 Poland and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.