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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Magma,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.