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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.