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 Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.