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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Scientists,
The Saints,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.