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 Benin and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.