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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.