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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.