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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
World's Most,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.