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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.