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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.