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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.