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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Television,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.