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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.