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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.