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 Cameroon 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.