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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.