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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.