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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.