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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.