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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.