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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.