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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.