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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.