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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.