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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.