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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.