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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
UT,
Swans,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.