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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
10cc,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.