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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.