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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.