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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.