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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.