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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.