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 India and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.