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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.