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 Sri Lanka 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Monks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.