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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.