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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
UT,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.