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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.