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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.