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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
UT,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.