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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.