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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.