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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.