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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.