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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.