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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Pole,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.