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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Brick,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.