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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
PIL,
Visage,
The Index,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.