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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.