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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.