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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.