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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Pole,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.