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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.