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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.