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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.