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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Human League,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.