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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.