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 France and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Monks,
MC5,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.