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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.