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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.