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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.