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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.