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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.