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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.