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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.