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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.