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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.