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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.