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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.