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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.