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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.