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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Monks,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Rekid,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.