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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.