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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.