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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.