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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.