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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.