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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.