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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.