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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.