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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.