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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Can,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.