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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.