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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.