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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.