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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
World's Most,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.