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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.