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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.