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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.