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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.