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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.