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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Visage,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.