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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.