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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.