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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.