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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
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.