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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.