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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.