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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
UT,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.