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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.