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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.