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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.