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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.