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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.