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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.