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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.