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 San Marino and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.