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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.