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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.