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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
New Order,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.