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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.