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 Chile and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Magma,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.