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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.