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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.