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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.