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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.