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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.