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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.