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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.