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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.