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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.