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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.