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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Ten City,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.