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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.