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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Visage,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Index,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Unwound,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.