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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.