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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.