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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Swans,
the Normal,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.