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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.