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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.