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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
UT,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Victims,
PIL,
Visage,
Wire,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.