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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.