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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Aswad,
Monks,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.