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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.