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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Index,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.