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 Spain and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
PIL,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.