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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Roy Ayers 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.