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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.