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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 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 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 Pulsallama 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.