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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Can,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.