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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.