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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.