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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.