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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.