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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.