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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.