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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.