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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Music Machine to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.