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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
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Negative Approach,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.