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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Magma,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.