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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.