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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.