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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Model 500,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.