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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.