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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.