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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.