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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.