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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Swans 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.