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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.