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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Pole,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.