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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.