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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.