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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.