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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Index,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.