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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.