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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.