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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.