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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.