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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.