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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.