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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.