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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.