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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.