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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.