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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.