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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Faust,
Make Up,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.