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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.