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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.