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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.