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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.