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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
JFA,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.