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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Oneida,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.