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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.