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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 JFA to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.