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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.