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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Remains,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Can,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.