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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.