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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.