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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.