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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.