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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Pole,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Can,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.