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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.