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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.