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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.