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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.