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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.