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 Portugal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.