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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.