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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.