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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.