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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.