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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.