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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Flipper,
DNA,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.