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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.