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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.