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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.