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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Whodini,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Can,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.