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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.