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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.