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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.