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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.