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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Ultravox,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.