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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.