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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.