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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
the Association,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.