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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cure 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.