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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.