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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.