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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.