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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.