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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.