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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Television,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.