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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.