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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.