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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.