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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.