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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.