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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Fear,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.