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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.