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 Greece and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.