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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Index,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.