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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.