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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.