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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Q65,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.