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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.