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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Monolake,
UT,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.