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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.