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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Wake,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.