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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Can,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.