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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL 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?
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.