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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
UT,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.