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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.