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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.