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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.