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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.