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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.