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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.