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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.