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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.