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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.