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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.