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 Iceland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.