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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.