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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.