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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.