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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.