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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.