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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.