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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.