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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.