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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.