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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.