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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.