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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.