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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.