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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.