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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.