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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.