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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.