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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.