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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.