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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.