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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.