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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.