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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Television,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.