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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.