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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.