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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.