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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.