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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.