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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Slave,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.