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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.