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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.