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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neu! 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.