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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.