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 Panama and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Wings,
The Slackers,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Swans,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
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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.