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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.