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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.