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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
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The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.