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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.