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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.