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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.