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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.