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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Quantec,
June Days,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.