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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.