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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.