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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.