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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.