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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Slave,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.