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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
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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.