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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Television,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.