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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Minutemen 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.