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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.