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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.