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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.