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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Television,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.