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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.