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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Residents to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.