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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.