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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.