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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Guru Guru 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.