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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.