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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.