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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.