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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.