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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.