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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 the Germs 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.