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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.