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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.