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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.