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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.