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 China and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.