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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
a-ha,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.