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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.