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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.