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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Visage,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.