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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.