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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.