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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.