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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.