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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.