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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.