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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.