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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.