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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.