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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.