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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.