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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.