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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.