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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.