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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.