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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.