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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.