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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.