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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.