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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Pole,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.