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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.