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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
New Order,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.