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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.