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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.