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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.