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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Saints,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.