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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
New Order,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.