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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.