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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.