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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.