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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.