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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.