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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
cv313,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.