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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Drexciya 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Faust,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.