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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Symarip,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.