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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Index,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.