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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.