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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.