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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
10cc,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.