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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.