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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.