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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.