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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.