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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.