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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.