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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.