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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans 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 techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.