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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.