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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.