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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.