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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.