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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.