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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.