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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.