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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.