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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.