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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.