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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.