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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.