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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.