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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.