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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Index,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.