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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
UT,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.