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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.