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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Franke,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.