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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.