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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.