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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.