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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.