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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.