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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
June Days,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.