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 Laos and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.