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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.