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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.