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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.