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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.