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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.