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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.