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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.