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 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Wings,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.