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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.