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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.