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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.