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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.