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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
June Days,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.