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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.