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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.