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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.