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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.