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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.