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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Index,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.