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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Q65,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Scientists,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.