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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.