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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Cure,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.