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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.