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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Nico,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.