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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.