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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Monks,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.