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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
ABC,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.