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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.