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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.