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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Television,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
The Sound,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Ten City,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.