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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.