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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 snare 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.