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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Can,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.