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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
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.