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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wally Richardson 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
UT,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.