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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Germs to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.