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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.