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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.