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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.