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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.