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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
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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.