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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.