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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.