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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.