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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.