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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
X-102,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.