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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Easy Going 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Brick,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.