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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.