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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.