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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Index,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.