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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Rakim,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.