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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.