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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Cameo,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.