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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.