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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.