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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.