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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
CMW,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.