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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.