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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.