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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.