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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Television,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
X-101,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.