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 India and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.