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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.