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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.