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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.