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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.