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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Chrome,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.