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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.