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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.