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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.