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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Cure 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Visage,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.