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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
cv313,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.