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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Deakin,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.