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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Index,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Yaz,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.