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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.