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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.