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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.