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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.