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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Kas Product 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Scion,
the Normal,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.