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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.