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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Pole to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.