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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.