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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.