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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.