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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
The Index,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.