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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.