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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.