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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.