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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.