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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.