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 Chad and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.