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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.