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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Can,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.