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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.