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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.