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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.