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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.