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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.