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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.