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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.