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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.