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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 John Lydon 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.